Way down here Where screams are common The people shiver with cold Way down here in the darkness below People listen to the Shaman
Everyone is locked up in a cell Everyone in his own Here is a place where they are all alone The place where evil calls home
In this prison the people cry For a redeemed to come and save But so far they only here The mocking voice of the Shaman "Soon you'll see your grave"
The people are are locked Inside despair As the Shaman laughs And casts his glare
He chants a few words And pain arcs through your bone The Shaman cackles and smirks As he sits on his dungeon throne
This is the boat we are all stuck in, locked inside a dungeon. This is why we need a hope, a hope that goes beyond earth. Because people will always fail.